On the street, when people saw the huge monster with the bear bone on its face approaching, they backed away in fright. No one heard the tall guy humming "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" as he walked.

A huge shadow hung over Professor Sharon Mansfield. This woman didn't care about the fearful and surprised eyes of people on the street.

Wherever she went, people scattered like frightened small mammals, thanks to the supersize behind her, a rarity even among degenerates.

On the side of the road not far in front of her, a modified Benjamin long-wheelbase sedan was parked. A driver wearing round sunglasses was waiting by the side of the road. He was an old man who was too short, and the driver's cap could not be pressed down. Fried hair on the sides.

Quickly, he opened the rear door for Ms. Mansfield.

"Thank you and good evening." Sharon nodded. The degenerate climbed into the trunk that had been transformed into a seat, and sat face-to-back on his own seat, as obedient as a St. Bernard dog.

Just as Sharon was about to get into the car, she straightened up suddenly and turned her head.

A man in a gray suit stood not far away. Once again, he was clean-shaven and his hair was combed back, instead of his usual slovenliness. I'm afraid it's the president of the Mystery Seekers Association, and it's rare to see such an exquisite appearance several times a year.

She immediately restrained her wild temperament, blinked her eyes with thick eyelashes, and her eyes softened a little.

"Arthur."

"Sharon." The detective came over.

All the mysteries in New York City know that this pair of beauties was not only a match made in heaven, but also teammates who explored the mysteries together, and they are the kind of partners with a shared destiny as the gunslinger said-"Katet". But they parted ways because of an indelible event. As time passed, each had their own stories...

"Thank you," Arthur said. Before Sharon provided Rockefeller with clues, Arthur had contacted the former teammate. He vaguely saw the golden flame gradually igniting in the lower city, and knew that the power was on his side. So, he asked her to hold back, and she did—she knew that the new **** was rising in the Lower City, and could vaguely describe her. But she didn't say anything.

Sharon's expression sank, and she turned her face away from him: "Don't make such a request to me again—you know what I value."

She tried to sound grim in her voice, but found it difficult to do so: "If I have to fight you next time, I won't miss it."

Arthur smiled, a rare smile that was no longer cynical: "Okay."

The degenerate who had been sitting on the seat obediently, grabbed the edge and turned around: "A... Arthur..."

"Hello, good morning."

"Shut up," said the archaeologist, and the huge Good Morning had to shrink back.

Arthur took a deep breath and said, "I'm here to say goodbye—in about a month, I'm going to go abroad once. This time, I'm afraid there will be an upside-down..."

Sharon turned her head in surprise, and she could hear the emotion hidden in his words: "You are disturbed—what can make you disturbed?"

Arthur smiled wryly, but didn't answer.

She sighed. She had also vaguely sensed the coming of drastic changes, but due to the boundaries of her functions, she didn't have Arthur's strong intuition. However, the detective came to say goodbye to him specially for a trip abroad.

"Be careful," she whispered before getting into the car.

The car drove away, and the degenerate waved goodbye to Arthur from behind the car.

Arthur smiled and waved his hand. When the car turned the corner and was out of sight, he was still staring in that direction, and after a long time, he pressed his hat and walked into the crowd.

·

The ancient silver coin thrown by the **** of death twirled and turned in the air, and finally fell into the wheat grains on the ground.

Cinderella, who had reached her limit, probed to see that the surface of the silver coin was reflecting light, and the silver was shaking. She couldn't tell whether it was the head up or the words.

So be it. At that moment, she didn't care whether the **** of death would take her soul away. In order to resist the tyranny imposed on her by that person, she gave everything she had. Maybe that's enough.

Now she opened her eyes again. There is a crystal chandelier in front of you, which is constantly shining. The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, so she could know that she was not in the place of death. The mask of the agent of the dead is still on his face.

She sat up, feeling more relaxed than ever. She had a sense of Talo's existence, and at this moment she was pleasantly surprised to find that the existence that weighed on her heart like a heavy burden had disappeared.

The unjust Chunshen has left. Her fifteen-year revenge was finally realized.

But she didn't feel as excited as she imagined, she just sat there blankly in this house where she didn't know where. After a while, she tried to vibrate the playing cards, but found that the spiritual net that almost spread throughout Newlander was cut off here.

"You're awake." She who was still perceiving the room suddenly heard a voice, turned around, and saw the smiling man standing in front of her.

"Taro has left. Both of your teammates are safe and here.

"Now the whole city is searching and arresting. I suggest you stay here for a few days and wait until the limelight passes before leaving."

Cinderella nodded slightly. She was still a little dazed, and couldn't even tell if she was dreaming at the moment.

The Laughing Man is only at the King level, but he actually defeated Tarot in the secret vault...

How did he do it?

"Mr. Laughing Man." Sean, who turned to leave, heard the agent of the undead whisper, so he manipulated Shawshank's body to turn around.

On the yellowed skull mask, the originally lit inscription has dimmed. The tired explorer raised his right hand and saluted his own face, the weird thick voice receded, and what Sean could hear at this moment was a female voice. The voice was monotonous and cold, as if he was not good at expressing emotion: "Mr. Laughing Man, you have fulfilled my greatest long-cherished wish.

"As an explorer, I promise to serve you."

"Have a good rest." The Laughing Man walked out the door.

·

Contrary to Xiao En's expectation, after Ms. Taro left, there was no disturbance in New Testament City. Except for the spontaneous memorial ceremony of people in the city, the days after the incident were surprisingly quiet.

At the Yunding Cocktail Party, Rockefeller, Morgan and others seemed to have decided to swallow this bitter fruit quietly. They lost a lot, but they did not retaliate, or even say so.

But Sean was not thankful for this—their silence was also premeditated. Those old foxes must be brewing something more terrifying than a violent hunt and revenge.

In order to deal with it, he made the safest move he could make: He asked his two hundred believers in New Testament City ~lightnovelpub.net~ to keep silent, and no longer preach or gather in the near future. Even midnight confides must be kept confidential.

Ms. Hershey must not be exposed at this time.

Fortunately, Xiao En has not learned of the news of the search for Night Breeze's faith at the Yunding Reception.

The scale of Xiao En's divine power is getting bigger and bigger. Considering the many expenses to be fed, he first expanded the production of the mist of elixir. Mr. New Fen presided over this slightly mysterious miracle transaction, and the production capacity has been expanded to 800 bottles per month. Xiao En's no-cost business can now bring him a monthly income of 4,800 yuan.

Under the leadership of Ugly Lion, the growth of "Lighthouse Evening News" is still steady. The daily sales of "Evening News" broke through the 40,000 mark, and at a slow speed, it is marching towards the influential 50,000 club...

High-quality advertisers poured into newspapers one after another, and Sean's monthly income has exceeded 7,000 New Zealand dollars.

With his income increasing day by day, he decided to do a few things that had been planned for a long time.

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